Acadian: Kaleah does have some talents other than looking good
20210403 Elsweyr Anequina Caraba Mine
Prepared for whatever may be awaiting us we enter Caraba Mine with great caution. The plan worked great until we heard the sound of fighting echoing through the tunnels of Caraba Mine. That was all it took for Pym to draw her sword and go charging headlong into the dark tunnels.
“Pym, stop!” I yelled. “You’re supposed to wait for me.”
She can be like that sometimes. Just goes around smiling sweetly never saying a word. Then put a sword in her hand and suddenly it’s “Yippie” and ‘Yassa” all over the place.
Following the sounds of battle Kaleah and I chase after Pym. In the dim light we run into a tall Nord woman named Hero (MOO) nearly knocking her down.
“Careful I’m on your side,” the Nord Hero yells.
“Sorry about that. How about sharing our campfire for a late dinner after this mine is cleared out?”
Pleasantries over, we split up Hero going one way while Kaleah and I went another.
The Hero wasn’t the only one ally busy in the corridors of Caraba Mine. We came across the body of an Orc adventurer surrounded by slain marauders. That was one tough Orc.
Must have been one brutal fight, shame we got here too late to help him.Standing in a room full of unprocessed gold ore we found Pym admiring her handy work; 1 marauder, 2 Elsweyr saboteurs, and 2 Elsweyr thieves. They didn’t stand a chance.
There in the midst of a pile of bodies, she gave us the look that could only mean one thing, “
What took you so long?”
My Ladies now all accounted for we began a more methodical search of the mine. In a nearby chamber My Ladies and I discover a drop hole.
Something shiny is down there.
I drop down to have a look. The shiny object turned out to be an obsidian warhammer. Could this be one of the items mentioned in the Old Tower note? Intent on examining the hammer I didn’t notice the two marauders. Kaleah’s warning came with barely enough time to react.
As I drove the marauder leader back his subordinate decided to flee. Much to the fleeing marauder’s surprise Kaleah and Pym stood blocking his escape when he opened door. It was over quickly.
The music and dancing has stopped and the mine is quiet now. Now we can take our time looting the place. It was during the looting of the mine that it occurred to me what all the fuss over Caraba Mine was about.
“Kaleah,” I asked. “I just realized why all the fuss over Caraba. There must be at least dozen large gold veins in this mine and one appears to be inexhaustible.”
“Yes, My Feache,” Kaleah replied. “Unlike the Fey, Man and Mer have an unhealthy obsession over the yellow metal. Here on Nirn gold has become a tool of Sheogorath to drive Man and Mer mad.”
She spat in the direction of a large gold vein. Pym grabbed my arm and forced my attention to the gold vein.
There next to the large vein of gold sat a helm of obsidian.
What a haul. With pockets bulging with loot that included gold ore and two obsidian artifacts we headed to the exit. Climbing up a ramp we passed several bodies; Elsweyr assassins and saboteurs. At the top of the ramp lay the body of the Nord beauty, Hero.
Oh well, there goes a night sitting around the campfire, sipping a goblet of wine or ale while comparing notes on marauder activity in Elsweyr. Death and carnage seems to follow us everywhere we go.
It was quiet that night when we laid out the obsidian artifacts to review. It was still quiet later as we sat around the campfire eating dinner. Kaleah rested her hand on my shoulder. I could feel the heat of her hand through my sylphim armor as she said talking of the Nord Hero, “Don’t fret so, my Feache. She has proven unworthy of you.”
Looking into her heterochromia eyes I replied, “Please don’t tell Maeva and the other CuteElves, they think I’m invulnerable.”
“Oh My Feache, the Tylwyth know a good Aes Sidhe when they see one.” She loosened my right paldron and with care not to poke me with her horn she rested her head on my shoulder.
Pym looped her arm around my left arm and leaned in close. The three of us just sat there, quietly for the longest time before we retired each to separate tents for the night.
Well quietly for most part anyways. They did interrupt now and then as I wrote in my journal.